Erotic Story/Smoking Bass: The circle of perverts [Part 13]

Ahmed is ready to show his wife his new and improved self, he will be surprised when she confronts him about the video of him cheating.

Ahmed folded his hands across his chest as he smiled at the new Range Rover that was parked in the compound now. Surely, it would go someway in his plea bargain with Aisha.

And it was just a tip of the iceberg, he still had a couple of things lined up to make up for his past sexual failures.

A shopping weekend in dubai was top of the list, there was nothing as therapeutic as shopping to Aisha. He had learnt that a long time ago. He walked towards the car, keeping his eyes on the customized plate number AISH.

She deserved all these and more but yet a part of him was still in pain. That pain was something he did not want to think about too much. Could he really say she had not cheated on him all these time? He knew the answer to that, or did he?

He could find out if he wanted to, or not? He shook his head, now was not the time to think of such nonsense. He had not caught her cheating and she had not given him any reason to believe she was. Asides her words when she threw tantrums but those could not stand as evidence of infidelity. She was in her right to insult him and more, he told himself. All that did not matter anymore, he was fixing his marriage up. That was what important.

He looked at his watch, it was almost six. Just as he decided to go into the house and watch some television, there was a car horn sound from outside and the gateman was running to open up.

Aisha’s BMW coupe drove in and parked right next to the rang. Aisha stepped out and Ahmed welcomed her with a smile, she did not smile back. She wanted to walk past him and into the house but he blocked her path with one arm around her waist.

“What is it?” She asked him with a frown. He did not reply, all he did was smile down at her then he reached into his pockets and brought out a set of keys. He handed it to her.

“What is this?” Aisha asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The car, it is yours”. Ahmed had the smile still playing on his lips.

Aisha wanted to say something but no words came out of her already open mouth. He wanted to ask her what was on her mind but thought the better of it. And it was a good thing that she did not speak because she was about to ask him if the car was meant to be his way of asking for forgiveness for his cheating.

He held onto her hand and led her into the house like a lamb led to slaughter. He took her bag off her hand and motioned for her to go into the bathroom. He did not follow her in as she expected but just closed the room behind her.

Aisha undress slowly while she kept thinking of the video she had watched at Olumide’s place. Her husband giving another lady the dick he had so deprived her of. She laid in the bathtub with different thoughts running through her mind as the water ran through her body.

What was she to do? She knew it was not advisable to confront Ahmed with the evidence she had. There was no way she was going to do that and not implicate Olumide. The rage in her heart at the moment was one that needed an outlet.

At that moment the bathroom door swung open and Ahmed walked in. Aisha stared at him, closed her eyes and shook her head. Then she opened them again and she knew it was true, this was no dream.

Ahmed was standing naked right before her with his dick at full stretch. All nine inches of it with veins popping from every side of it. Even though her body was under water, Aisha could tell her pussy was extra rainy. And as it had happened earlier, she opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. Instead, Ahmed moved closer to her till his dick was sliding right into her mouth.

Her mouth opened up more to take all of him in but she could not contain him. She knew that but it was also a game between them back when their sex life still had meaning. Anytime they had sex, she always tried to show off just how much of him she could take in and he always ended up laughing at her.

But there was no laughing this time as his hand rested on her head. He held on firmly and proceeded to fuck her mouth. Started up slowly at first but then he switched up the pace, choking her in the process but there was no complains from her. She had waited for this for so long and she was going to savour every moment of it.

Ahmed noticed tears running down her face and thought it was about time he stopped. She was not sucking his dick, he was fucking her mouth. But just as he was about to pull out of her mouth, her hand grabbed his butt and proceeded to start sucking him. Her long running lines by the side of his dick with enough saliva to fill a cup dripping all over.

Now it was Ahmed’s turn to close his eyes as his wife’s mouth was sending waves of sensation to his brain. He knew it was just a matter of time before he blew his load in her mouth but he did not want that. He wanted to dump his first load in her pussy.

So with all the strength he could muster, he pulled out of her and proceeded to grab her hands pulling her up and out of the bathtub.

She freed her hands from him and stepped out of the tub. She wanted to take position, he thought to himself but then watched as she grabbed a towel and walked to the door. She grabbed the door knob and turned to look at him and his erect dick.

“You want to fuck me like you fucked her?.” she asked with a straight face before walking out.